Living Amongst the Broken
Everywhere I go people always ask
Why am I am who I am, why do I do what I do
Did I forget who I was, and who I'm supposed to be
People ask why I wear this ink on my skin
When did this new person begin
Think that I dwell in my brokenness
Begging for a sinful kiss
Well I won't deny I'm not perfect
That I never fall within the midst of it
But what if you look deeper than my skin
What if you saw the love within
My Savior didn't come for the healthy
He came for the sick
I want to be a hope
A light for the world
I want to live within the midst of the broken
Show a new road for the broken homes
Thoughts of what I'm supposed to be
College, careers, and a stable home
But I've already had it all
Been blessed with a family and more possessions than I deserve
But what I treasure most is this
My God, my friends, my family
All I want is to show the love I've been given to everyone I know
My Savior didn't come for the healthy
He came for the sick
I want to be a hope
A light for the world
I want to live within the midst of the broken
Show a new road for broken homes
So yes my love will be a mess
I'll date girls with tattoos and scars
Because I bear my own
I'll befriend the addict
Because we all have our own addictions
It's not an easy road
But I never thought it'd be
So I'll be the light I was born to be
Yes I'll deal with my depression
As I'll help with theirs
My Savior didn't come for the healthy
He came for the sick
I want to be a hope
A light for the world
I want to live within the midst of the broken
Show a new road for the broken homes
Copyright © Zach Mitchell | Year Posted 2015
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